At Least I’m Not Vomiting into the Gaping Anus of Christ
I feel pretty rough this afternoon. A combination of many late night, crap larger, not eating enough food, reading paranoid spy novels until three in the morning and forgetting that the human body needs fluids other than beer, tea or coffee.
There’s also been a severer lack of fruit recently. I don’t know when I last ate an apple.
However, at least I’m not vomiting into the gaping anus of Christ.